The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

As my granny would have said,

'They'll get under my plate!'I can't remember why, back in early 2004, I bought a packet of poppy seeds. (The cooking-with sort not the planting.) I must have forgotten fairly soon after buying them as I found the unopened packet in the pantry today. Along with an open pack of almonds (use by Jan 2005), some flour that, had I looked closely enough, probably contained weevils, and a packet of pasta with leek and cheese, that wasn't out of date but I threw it away anyway as it tastes horrid. I'm sure it wasn't that long ago that I last sorted out the pantry. I only did it today (well, one shelf of it actually) because things kept falling off. In between chucking out past-the-sell-by-date goods and cooking chilli, I choreographed a dance. Is there no end to her talent, I can hear you saying. I amaze even myself sometimes. Now what I need is for Husband and Younger Son to join me in the dance, which we will simultaneously videotape, before publishing on YouTube. Or perhaps not.* * * * * * * * * * * *Betty broke down again today. This time, instead of calling the rescue service, Younger Son called Husband. He was able to fix Betty with a bit of silver paper. Husband is a genius. You should see what he can do with an elastic band and a toothpick.And like I said, 'You couldn't do that with a new car.'

Have you got a spice rack Liz? I gave up on one when I started this present life...I decided it is too short to spend checking the sell by date of parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...we buy on a 'need to use' basis now.